Sucre

Cou-nya-pe.  I first tasted cuñapés in Los Angeles with Sarah, they were brazillian and called Pão de Queijo. 

The manager of my hostel had spent an hour annotating the best of Sucre onto a map el mejor sights and bites. The best place to get cuñapés was at four sharp, in the entry hall of a building a block up the street. And indeed I did find a woman and with her blanket protected basket of fresh baked cuñapés.

I spent the days walking to the pen marked destinations on my heavily creased map. Climbing up to a viewpoint, running through a park with replica Eiffel tower, and wandering though beautiful museums.